The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Petunia’s nose wrinkled at the comment about building a fear of NYC traffic. Ok she hadn’t thought of that. Maybe that was the multiple shots of caffeinated goodness that had blocked that thought process.
" I insist that you see all that you threaten."
Petunia opened her mouth to protest, but what ever she had first thought up to say, was instantly forgotten. He had moved fast enough, ducking down and making it to the back of her knee, that her wings had flicked out and buzzed once to keep herself up right. Not buzzing enough to lift her though. No, he had beaten her to the flying thing because before she could pull back, he had her in the pose she always envisioned with super man and damsels in distress.
" Look at it! it is beautiful and alive, and all you can think to do is to hurt them. You act like the biggest kid on the playground. It will not do."
“you know, you’ve got a lot of nerve!” Petunia’s hand smacked at the shoulder that was holding her knees. “Yeah it’s beautiful, but you’re ignoring what they think should be done with us. If someone doesn’t command their respect, they’ll just trample us. It’s like grandpa’s old dog that bit one too many people. Grandpa couldn’t reason with the animal, so grandpa had to put him down.”
(Tried to think of a different analogy that was as strong. I hate the one I put.)
Sometimes Petunia’s own ideas were creepy enough to make her own skin crawl. No wait, that was a little something extra crawling on her skin where she hadn’t told it to crawl. She twisted and pulled back the back collar of her should with one hand as the other moved back and forth between her wings, just where was the thing and why was this guy in the outlandish outfit still talking to her? She answered his question already.
" I would ask that you stop this subtle violence. no one benefits from such."
“Got it!” Not said to the man in the super suit, but about the thing that was crawling between her shoulder blades at the base of her wings. She pulled a large lunar moth, with one wing crumbled in her fist, she held the thing in front of her face for a minute. She released the wing she had crumbled and the lunar moth pulled it’s injured self to the back of her hand, crumbled wing looking odd next to the straight one.
“I highly disagree. I find that subtle violence gains fear from those who are too low to comprehend what it is exactly that they are afraid of.” She pivoted on her heal, tossing the lunar moth aside with the same motion and moving to press a finger against the chest of the man’s super suit. “However if you insist I don’t have to make my violence subtle.”
" sorry miss, I saw you were in danger and thought to remove you from it."
Pix’s eyes flicked back at the car that had slid to a stop at the intersection, close to where she had been standing. Ok so that she could maybe forgive… Maybe. Vigualanties(SP?)… Couldn’t live with them, couldn’t chuck them into busy streets when no cars were moving anymore.
Petunia had managed to pull her hand out of the dude’s grip when he slackened it and instantly crossed her arms, turned on her heals, and intended to walk away to find something else to do. With her back turned he should be able to make out the outlines of her wings under her thin material coat.
" are you responsible for this?"
“Yes.” Simple, Short, sharply put, and abruptly spoken at he end of his question. “I caused the street lights to go out.” and now that he had ruined her fun she found need to go find more.
Pix had leaned around the light, like a little kid peaking around the thick trunk of a tree during a school yard game of hide and seek. Oh would you look at that. It’s not every day that you see cars collide into each other close up. A smile formed across her face, spreading across and up to where the expression made crinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Oh and looky there. Sparks! No wait… That was a dude…. A fast flying dude is a flashy suit that a super fast flying dude were ware.…. Who was picking up pedestrians.
Petunia’s smile melted away and she ducked back around the street light, pushing her back against it and crossing her arms in a I’m a two year old and not happy sort of way. Where had that dud come from? I mean here Pix was, minding her own business, bugging the street lamps and here comes this dude in a supper suit (I assume he is looking like your icon) flying down from no where, and completely ruining her entertainment. How-Dare-he…
Suddenly her arm was grabbed and the small pixy like mutant was pulled forward off balance, and she nearly tripped on her feet. “Hey, hey, hey, get your hands off me.” Petunia tried to pull away as her bugs on her arm either scurried away from this dude’s grip and up her sleeve, or tried to clime up his fingers onto his arm.
Petunia was out wondering the streets on a very boring day. These days weren’t supposed to be boring. Robots were wandering the streets trashing buildings, upturning cars, and causing humans to run. These days aren’t supposed to be boring.
So Pix was to make her own entertainment, and entertainment needed a plan. One that had only been born about five minutes ago when she was slurping up a drink in the café down the street(entitled the comacozy because it contained 9 shots of espresso.)
Maybe this plan wasn’t the smartest plan she had ever had, but she was bored and boredom was a very dangerous thing in the wrong hands. So there she was, Marching straight to the nearest intersection in the street, then coming to an abrupt halt at the foot of the base of one of the traffic lights. She casually leaned against the street lamp base, innocent looking as ever, as a long line of ants, spiders, and beetles moved from the back of her shirt collar, up the street lamp, soon making it to the light that controlled the traffic. Many of the insects entered to the inside of the light and, a moment later, the lights on one side flickered.
“Oh someone hit something important” Petunia mumbled to herself as she looked up and the faintest sign of smoke rose from the space between the red light and the covering. “Lets try that again.”
The red light went out, with more smoke rising, and those with excellent noses might notice the sent similar to when you hold a magnifind glass over an ant. The traffic with the green light continued, but an overly impatient driver from the other way, hit the gas, then the breaks, and he squealed towards the middle of the intersection.
A little line art image I sketched out while waiting for my art history class to start. and ok... a little here and there while my art history class was in progress but honest, I did most of it out side of class.
*Takes on a wanabe Chinese, movie dubbed style accent and rubes chin while staring at Calley.*
Ah, you may have magnificent clusters of counting sheep, but your counting sheep are no match for my mooing, lactating, jingling bell slippers. Making cartoon cows dance in and out of my dreams all night. Hahahaha.
Character's real name: Petunia Gardener. (Don’t you love a pair of parents with a sense of humor.)
Codename/Alias: Pix. Short of Pixy (THAT RIGHT! PIXY!!!)
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Nationality/Ethnicity: genuine American Mutt. She has such a mixed back ground it’s hard for her to really tell.
Birthplace: Kentucky
Personality:
Petunia is known for having a very cold heart. Everything is about her, and if it isn’t, it aught to be. She’ll do anything for herself, often putting up a fake front to others in order to get her own way. There are a few she will let into her heart but this would take a while. If you are fortunate to be one of those few, you have a loyal friend. She will also be loyal if someone has something that she really, really, really wants.
Petunia likes to find amusement for herself. If this amusement comes from the squirming of other individuals, mutant or human, then that is just fine. Her thought pattern can be twisted. Often throwing people off balance, and she is almost never afraid to use her powers as a threat.
Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.):
There is a set of dragon fly wings that grow out from her shoulder blades. The wings are transparent but when she is bored she’d known to take out a sharpy marker, and draw random designs on them so that when held to the light they look like a stained glass window. Through practice she has gotten quite good at that. I guess you could call that a hobby.
She also keeps pets. Do to her abilities she needs to learn about the bugs that she creates and imitates, while she is learning about a new type of insect, or arachnid, she will keep that particular bug as a pet. Giving it a name and becoming attached. Being a bug, they naturally don’t have a long life and so there will be a running gag of her loosing her pets. There may even be a thread made for her pet’s miniature graves and memorials.
Petunia can become easily distractible. She is not only an evil gal, she is an evil gal that has trouble focusing and her hyper activity will get quite amusing.
Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral): Petunia is a very, very bad girl. Come on! With powers like hers who wouldn’t enjoy exploiting them. Even if she is being good, she most likely has her own agenda planned.
Everyday clothing:
Petunia is one who embraces her mutation. At least the wings part. (Never mess with the wings.) She has never tried to hide them with her cloths. In fact she’s been known to make altercations to her wardrobe to better show them off. Halter tops are a quick fix. No cutting of fabric. Just through the top on and go out. She has a shear nylon coat as well that was easily altered to include slits for the wings to comfortable slip out.
The rest of her outfits often include spiked necklaces, multiple bangles, rings and things like that. Oddly enough many people do not things twice about her wings. Probably thinking they are face based on the rest of the things petunia has on.
Uniform (Optional. Required if eventually becoming part of the X-Men):
Well I really don’t plan on her joining the x-men but you never know with everything. So I probably should list a uniform for the just in case factor.
Black leather pants and top. Light to move and maneuver in but also durable enough to protect her from road rash should she find herself skidding across the street. The pants are long but the shirt isn’t instead it ends at her shoulder after forming a turtle neck like collar at her neck, Her arms are protected by arm thicker arm bands and fingerless gloves with open palms.
Pajamas:
Her PJs are the best. THE BEST I SAY!
They are hot pink silk with cows and happy milk cartons dancing around. Top that off with matching cow slippers that moo with every other step and she is styling in her sleep.
Hair color and style: her hair is black and naturally lays flat on her back and shoulders when worn long but that doesn’t mean she has to keep it that way. Petunia will get bored of such a plane look and often change it to mach her latest mood. This could be anything from a Mohawk, spikes, pigtails, or even shaving it completely off to let it regrow. She even might choose to change it’s color.
Eye color: grass green, there is also a green hue around the shadows of her eyes that comes natural to her but others would things she was warring make up. The green hue has a little bit of a shine to it like the shells of Japanese beetles. This trait stays when Petunia turns into an insect. So if one knows to look really closely at a swarm of insects, and has a chance to see their eyes, they might have a chance at picking her out.
Height: 4’ 7” because of this and her unusually young looking face people often mistake her for a child or preteen.
Build: Thin as a rake but to her thin is good. It helps those big pixy wings support her in the air.
Scars: None.. .. .. yet.
Tattoos: None.. .. .. yet.
Piercings: One in her nose and five in each ear.
Description of ability(ies):
The short description is that petunia can duplicate, multiply, and imitate an army of insects and arachnids.
The longer description is of course, well, long. Petunia is a shape shifter in a way. She can change herself into either one bug or she can divide her body into many. In the dividing her body into many she would hold out her hand and, through her palms and arms, bugs of her choice will form under her skin and wiggle free. Crawling around on there own and leaving her skin as if nothing has happened. Petunia particularly loved this ability in freaking out her little brother growing up. In making a swarm of insects she could probably hide easily in the masses this way when she becomes an insect, herself.
The range of insects petunia can change into depends highly on her knowledge of them and contact she’s gained through the year. Contact meaning she has to have touched an insect, and have studied it for a period of time, for her to be able to create them and turn into them. Controlling them takes less information and less contact time. However this still gives her many possibilities. Most of the insects she has had contact with were found either at her work (When she works at the zoo) or in her own back yard. You’d be surprised how many minions you can locate within two feet where ever you stand when you have abilities such as hers
As far as controlling her masses of insects, Petunia can have some influence on a bug she didn’t create but it is much harder. The bug still has it’s own free will she has to fight, and if she does this, she may only be able to concentrate well enough to control one at a time. So, she will normally just take the easy way out making her own. Most of the time the bugs would think as one but this becomes difficult when Petunia chooses to multitask.
When choosing to go in a bug form petunia does have a voice box and can talk, but in most cases she would probably have to be in someone’s ear before they could hear her as her vocal cords will have become smaller with her body.
Speaking of her body when she becomes an insect or spider, she will still be an insect. She will be as small as the insect she has gotten to know of that particular veriety. Insect repellents and insecticides will have a negative response from her body. She, and the bugs she chreats, will be more sensitive to those things then normal humans, but less sensitive to those chemicals then normal bugs.
Concerning petunia's flight, she can fly 2 to 3 times faster then she can run. Because her wings are shaped like a dragonfly's she has the ability to hover like one of them. Her wings also allow her a chance to move very suddenly sideways in a short burst of shocking speed that gives her a chance to dodge just like a normal insect.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies):
She can only manipulate bugs that are in close proximity. For her swarms she needs to keep them a within about 10 feet from her in order to keep her influence on them strong. If she is controlling one or two bugs, her maximum range goes to 20 feet for her control. The ones that slip away, even if she created them, she will eventually loose contact with. Probably after an hour with the one’s she’s created and right away with the ones she hasn’t.
When it comes to creating her miniature armies of bugs, she must be in her human form to creat them at any sort of proper speed. As the bugs she creates must have room to form under her skin, then crawl free. Less skin surface for them to come out, less bugs she can create at once. Naturally bigger bugs, or spiders, will be made in fewer numbers within a time period that smaller bugs can be made.
As for the changing into bugs thing, she would be just as weak as that bug so she would risk being squished but isn’t that worth the creep factor? Besides, if she had made more of that type of bug she had changed into how would the person doing the squishing know they were squishing her?
When Petunia changes into an insect, depending on the insect, her ADD problems can come out and show her weaknesses even more. For instance when she becomes a common house fly, she may become distracted by things like color and sweet scents. Including the sweet scents from sticky fly traps. Man those things are hard things to get out of your hair.
Fighting style (if any): Street fighter mainly but she is likely to enjoy mentally messing with her opponents more then physically. Then again having the ability to bring a poisonous scorpion out of your skin and throw it at someone would probably freak someone out.
Petunia's wings carry a draw back in cold weather. Since they are thin membranous with her blood vessels running through them. this means that heat leaves her body faster then they would normal people. So she will get cold faster then others unless she throws a coat over her wings.
History of your character:
Petunia Gardener grew up in Kentucky. Close to Church Hill Downs. Her home was a small home where her mother and father shared one side of the hall, and she shared a room with her big brother, Joshua. Early on, her family couldn’t be more perfect. Dad took her and Joshua on zoo trips, became the coach of her little league soft ball team, and came home from work to help her with her homework at night. Mom became leader for her girl scout troop, troop # 458. She could still remember the marching song her mom made of for them to sing.
’We are troop 458, We think scouting’s really great. If you want to have some fun, join the girl scouts every one.’ Then the song just went into a count down. Petunia still sings it every now and then. Catchy tune, really.
In short, Petunia and her big brother Joshua were living the fantasy life. The life that everyone wants to happen, and everyone writes about happening, but that hardly ever happens. However with this perfect life, Dad bringing in hefty pay checks, and Mom always around to give her children what ever they wanted. Attention, cloths, toys, it wasn’t surprising that behind closed doors, Mommie’s little prince, Joshua, and princes, Petunia, became spoiled brats. If Petunia wanted a pony, Petunia got three ponies.
Fortunately for Petunia’s three ponies she never took an interest in them as her pets. In fact, her ponies became as spoiled as they could be as they never came inside the barn beyond the occasional once or twice a year Petunia demanded to ride, and the feeding time. Petunia was fascinated much, much more by smaller pets. The smallest pets you could imagine.
Petunia’s first fascination, with any other living thing, was with fleas. Her brother’s dog had come in one day from rummaging through the neighbor’s trash, and brought in a family of fleas. Petunia rescued three of these bugs from the dogs fur, before he was given a flea bath. The family of fleas were placed inside a jar with no lid, never trying to jump out, much to Petunia’s pleasure, but somehow Petunia knew they were growing hungry. She waited till the next day, when her thoughts, and concerns, about her little pet’s hunger. After all, her little friends would parish if they didn’t get sustenance soon, even if they were hardy cute little things, they needed to eat someone. So Petunia asked Daddy for a pet mouse. Something small that didn’t take up a lot of room for her little buddies. As a result, Daddy got her 7 little mice, cages, and all the mouse food Petunia could manage. It was no surprise that petunia’s littlest pets multiplied quickly. Never leaving where petunia asked them to stay, except at night where she allowed her flea friends to roam on her pillow with her as she dreamed. Often waking up with the entire flea family staring up at her from the little section of her pillow that was in front of her face. It was a Sad day when Momma Fleata Died. Mom and Dad thought Momma Fleata was the name of one of her mice, but Momma Fleata was the name of her favorite flea. Always would she be remembered and always would she be replaced.
Through the years Petunia formed odd bonds with other insects. She could touch bees and wasps without fear of being stung. Even verbally telling them what flower she gave them permission to land on. As a result those did her bidding in the garden. Coming to her flower beds more frequently then the neighbors and again her family was given the perfect family neck name because everyone wanted to know their gardening techniques and yet only petunia could tell. Not that anyone really believed the ramblings of a young 8 year old girl.
Still petunia happily rambled about her little insect friends. Like Tutters Tickle Bottom the fuzzy bumble bee she carried in her pocket and the sir lance a splat, a large mosquito she named after he passed. Inspiration for his name came from obvious reasons. She found the sound Sir Lance a Splat annoying with the sound he always made. So she told him to fly out in front of a car, and he did.
Still no one else believed her about her insect friends. What she learned from them. Mom and Dad only smiled and nodded making comments on what a smart child they must have, for her imagination was so active. Her brother wasn’t much help either. Poking fun at the young Petunia when ever he could come up with what he thought was a good pun. But her bugs believed her. The bugs had to believe her because she told them to do so.
When Petunia was 12, her parents fell under rough times. Daddy’s business, what ever that was, had gone under and the life that Petunia and her brother had grown so use to, was slipping away. As a result, petunia found herself competing with her brother for everything. Mom picked up a job to help pay for bills. Less time and patience to spend on her two lovely children. Two children that were beginning to look much less lovely in her eyes as when ever she turned around, they were making demands on her, she no longer found herself capable of for filling.
One night, her and her brother were arguing again. The sudden change had brought on a lot more stress between the two and somewhere in their argument Petunia was shoved down to the ground, banging the back of her head against a table behind her. She doesn’t remember a lot of what happened next, other then the fact that there were suddenly a lot of different types of insects squirming around her, then they were all squirming on Joshua. Swarming and biting down on his skin. Scaring Petunia almost as much as they were scaring Joshua. She yelled for her friends, where ever they had come from, to stop. And gradually they did.
Petunia was shaken, but Joshua was rambling like a mad man, pointing his finger and jabbering on about Petunia being a witch. She refused to believe him, as did Mom and Dad. They complained that Petunia’s stories about the bugs were all fun but he shouldn’t make lies that were so easy to see through as he was the older one and petunia was still young enough to have her day dreams. Still Petunia knew that there was some truth to his story.
She began staying up at night, trying to figure out how what had happened, happened. Where her bugs had come from, and how obedient they could become. It was two weeks before she created another bug. Then another few days before she recognized her own thought process that lead to the creation of an insect. Mean while her brother and her had began going at each others’ throats again. Soon things became physical again and again Petunia reacted with what came natural. Making her little wiggly friends lash out for her. Where her brother was too strong to physically fight, she would take him down physically with what were known as the weakest creatures on earth.
Time went on and she began learning to control the insects she created as if they were nothing more then an extension of her own arm. No longer having to think through every little move she could control her little friends to walk a perfect line, as if she were drawing it on a page. Even becoming dexterous with her little friends, enough to ask them to turn a screw.
Mean while she had began taking little bits of revenge on her brother. He was no longer the tall strong kid she had to look up to, but someone who now panicked at the sight of a house fly. Mom and Dad took him in for psychological evaluation. Something Petunia took much joy in watching. So her brother became her training tool as she secretly drove him insane with her insect friends.
Over time, he was in and out of the asylum. Getting better the worst then better then,.. well you get the idea. Petunia was 16 when her brother, Joshua, was permanently admitted and to this day she continues to visit him, both during the scheduled visiting hours and the hours off visiting times. When the patients were supposed to be alone.
Now, her brother has been transported to a hospital in New York and just for her own entertainment, Petunia has followed him. Looking for entertainment for herself and to see what gains she can find for herself.
Sample RP:
Petunia had just left her parents place. This time for good. Years of bad judgment, all on their part, and bad run ins with the law, again all on their part, had lead up to this moment. She was going to finally do what she wanted. Nothing for anyone else anymore. No never. This last visit was only to prove a point and she had left a lasting impression.
A smile formed across her lips as she could only imagine what was going through their head, as she left them sitting in the living room. Mouths wide open. Yeah. She’d come back after so many years just to show off. To tell that their nightmares were true and not just dreams they told their shrinks.
From now on Petunia would never see them again but they would wonder. Oh how they would wonder. When they spread honey on their toast, they would wonder if they were sampling petunia’s cooking. When they cursed in the middle of the night because the crickets were singing too loud they would wonder if that was petunia showing off her musical talent. When they passed a maggot filled road kill they would wonder if petunia was feasting tonight. And here was the best thought of all. When they where passed by the innocent butter fly, drifting across their path in the wind, they might just look close to see if it was petunia, giving them the finger.
Where did you learn about this site?:
I was bored looking for rp boards to advertise on only to find them all abandoned. Then I clicked the mini banner and stumbled on this one. So here I am.
Apparently that was a no as well, even though no one had answered her. Oh well plenty of fish in the sea. Yummy Yummy fish.
"Of course. Petunia said as she nodded her head." She began walking out, the way indicated before. Off to find her room and what ever treasures it had or lacked. Next move would be to rinse the flea bath off of her skin before it irritated those unspeakable areas more. Then off to retrieve her cloths and Buggy.
Alright the other guard taking her ot a roomwas a good thing. She could bring over what ever else she needed later, once she knew what she would need. Her appartment could go vacant for a while and this building would be much more secure. Thedoor was opened but Pix stood where she was for a moment.
"As to the rabbit: no, you may not."
Her head swiviled back in his dirrection with a puzzled look on her face. "Huhhh? Rabbit?" Her head tilted. "Oh... Right Pet. I guess the bunny would be a nice pet to say no to but I don't want him." Dead,tortured, or over for a spot of tea, yes, but not a pet. "I was talking about him." She pointed to Frank."
Petunia's chin dipped in a half nod and her smile spread. She shrugged at the comment of her clothing. Exactly how long had they known she was there? Meh, she could look into that later.
"I'll refrain. I am afraid you have arrived too late in the game to help capture the Stalker,
She could play with one by her self later. Just not destroy it. You'd be surprised how much they ignored bugs.
but if you would like to join in on the main raid upon the Camps, some people might find the addition of another warm body to sufficiently divert enemy fire away from themselves."
"You you're asking me to be a moving target for some robot while others are screaming and men in uniforms are trying to kill us as well. Meanwhile all Hell breaks loose... Alright."
She straightened her back and pushed herself out of the tub so that she landed, with a light buzz of her wings, on her feet. then strolled over the the guy with the bunny. The cause of all of the chaos, resisting the sudden urge to start poking him. well them both. They had a similar expression on their faces and that was suddenly drawing Petunia's attention. Kin of like those serious guards everyone want so disturb in England..
"Will you require on-site accommodations, or do you have a safehouse elsewhere?"
"Yeah, probably could use a safe house for a while." She said dismissively as she bent close to the rabbit looking at his eyes now.
"Can I have him as a pet? I've already got a name for him."
Pix's eye brow raised at the new name. A resistance? She knew of a few. The problem is exactly what type of resistance was this? There were rumors on the street of a few. mostly telling of the ones based on raiding the camps. Then there were the resistance against them. Her own kind. you know, Mutty haters who would rather crap on her (Not that the insect side wouldn't enjoy the crap part) then look at her.
She let her leg that was crossed over the other, bounce for a second. The result made the rest of her backside, still suspended in the bowl of icky bath stuff, bounce and wiggle as a counter wait. She felt her skin slide past part of the mettle and felt loose from the tight area, however she didn't move yet.
Her chin inclined up slightly with a head tilt. "Again you assume that I know more then what I do when you speak of a mutant resistance. So I'm stuck here assuming that you're assuming that I know to assume that this mutant resistance is a good thing for me. Assuming the cells would be a bad thing. So in my assumptions I'm assuming that the resistance will be resisting the types of things like those big robots I first assumed where from the movies and since you have not stopped my assumptions yet, I will also assume that you will be working to destroy those camps. If my assumptions are correct, you maw as well assume that I am part of the resistance now."
"My apologies for our inexcusably rude behavior, Miss...?"
"You can call me Pi...." he seemed to just cut her off and she glared from the wall to him and her lips poked out slightly in a pout. Either way, even though she was willing to give him a name to call her, she was pretty sure it wasn't traceable back to her own family name. gardener. it was only a name she gave people in passing.
"I suppose it does not matter, in any case. Are aware of where you are?"
"I'm aware of where I was..." remember that part of her traveling had been done inside a rabbit's inner ear and when your the size of a speck, it's hard to make an exact judge of distance. One eye brow raised and she wondered exactly where this was headed. "Why? Worried about security?"